I've decided I don't like the fact that I have teeth. It's another thing for the vet to meddle with.

Well I was taken to the Belmont Pet Hospital just now. They looked in my ears and then in my mouth and decided I need my teeth cleaned.

But the good news is I don't need any of my teeth extracted, only scaled and polished. yay!

And they gave me liquid antibiotics to take in advance, rather than pills. I HATE PILLS SO VERY MUCH! I was glad to hear that the vet who will be doing my teeth was sympathetic to the evilness of pills.

I now weigh 10.5 pounds, so I'm still healthy, too!

Now it's dinner time because even the vet's office, land of unfamiliar sounds, smells and fur, is not enough to deter my appetite!

My mommy was doing something weird today. She was dipping something into a large bucket, and placing this liquid that's inside the bucket onto the railing. MY RAILING. She didn't ask my permission!

So I went to jump on it like normal, and she yelled at me. Now I have some of the stuff from the container on one of my hind paws. It changed my paw pads from being all black to being a browny colour. It's icky to walk on.

She tried to hold me and wipe it off with a wet cloth, but man, WET CLOTH!! I wasn't having any of that.

This is the stupid bitch who keeps coming in my yard and drinking from my pond. I hate her and wish she would just get a life. It's my pond and my property!

running around the room. And hiding.

Did you know that when my pet makes blueberry muffins, I sneak little bites from the top? Yep--I sure do. I love blueberry muffins, made with buttermilk batter. None of those icky bran ones, poo.

When it's snowing outside, I'm so glad I'm an indoor kitty. I can lounge on my favourite fuzzy butterfly chair with the hello kitty pillow and stay warmy warm!

Thanks to natowelch for making my new icon for me! Now I can stop worrying that everyone thinks I'm a human impostor. And that means I can get back to sleep. MMMM Sleep.

Well, I figure I should officially introduce myself. I am a black abyssinean cross. I guess I'm 5 years old (because I don't really understand this whole numbers thing) but am healthy enough to be deemed a "kitten." LJ made my mommy do an electronic consent to make sure I could set up an account.

I was rescued by the SPCA from living in a dumpster. As a result I really love eating KFC, cheesy poofs, and burgers. But my pets, a_war_of_words and umbrella_term keep telling me it's bad for my health. I don't know what they're on about. I see them eating that stuff all the time.

You know what would be helpful? If anyone out there could choose an image of me from my website, and make me an icon or two. I'm not very good at those. It's amazing I can type anything at all, let alone use a mouse.

Time for more sleeping on my favourite Spanish blanky!

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